One for Justice

Baby steps....


Today I had the incredibly wonderful and humbling opportunity to share my heart about the sex trafficking industry to the Exchange Club of Walla Walla. God definitely opened the doors for me to present the issue to this club, and he allowed me to capture the attention of many community members…


Imagine your son or daughter sleeping on a park bench in the heart of downtown Seattle. Imagine your brother, sister, aunt or uncle sitting on a dirty street corner being spit on and having profanities shouted at them by passerby’s. Imagine your grandparents sitting in the rain for hours with nothing to cover them but a soggy cardboard box and a dirty old sweater that they found in a nearby dumpster….

I’ve been in Seattle for three days. In three days I’ve seen real people with real problems. Cardboard signs that say “Homeless” “Disabled” “Hungry” and “Alone”. People begging for someone to just look at them; to just smile or acknowledge their presence.

How quick we are to pass judgement on these people. They’re dirty, they smell, they’re missing teeth, “they must be on drugs” or “they only want my money for beer”. But when you really stop and think about the man that you’re trying to avoid making eye contact with, you realize that he is someone’s son, maybe brother…he has a story. Maybe all he needs is someone to extend a simple act of kindness to remind him that he is not exempt from love. 

*Images of Seattle homeless from a shared source


Photo shoot with the beautiful Courtney this past week!

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